Novel & Cerita Emma And Killian Fanfiction

*Damien* “I don’t know why I’m starting to feel awkward about this,” Max muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nonsense,” I said, smirking. “Wait till Camila hears you were out with strangers in the middle of the night. You’re a dead man.” “It was for a good reason,” he defended quickly. “Really?” I raised a brow. “Because from where I stand, it looked a lot like—” I stopped myself.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

“I don’t have time for this, Killian. Whatever game you and Graham are playing, I don’t have the time or energy for your gimmicks.” He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost amused. “The news circulating about us — you saw it, didn’t you? The headlines calling us business sweethearts. Quite the twist, isn’t it?” I met his gaze directly, my voice cold. “I know what you’re trying to do. And it won’t work. Amelia and I are solid. Stay away from her.” Killian smirked, his brown eyes glinting with something darker. “If you say so. But I wonder how long that will last.” He stepped aside, letting me pass, but the smirk lingered on his face as he walked away.

I sat down on the chair facing them " Jada and I kissed last night," " Is she the one who gave you that? " He points to my neck. There's a hickey right under where my collar is on both sides. " Yes, wait, you guys saw? " " yep " they answered in unison " So why didn't you guys say anything to me ," " We trust you Emma, we knew you'd tell us where you got it from ," aww they trust me I walk over to them and sit on Ace's lap, my foot in Clay's

Lucas shook his head listening to her, for all he knew she must have schemed with his grandma and that's why they were displaying drama. “Clara stop being delusional, and don't think that scheming with my Grandma will get you anywhere, I already told you seven years ago, that we can never be together.” Lucas turned to Emma and he pulled her close, “Emma is my wife, and we are going to be together for a very long time.” Lucas slowly leaned in and whispered into her ear “I’m sorry.” He grabbed her face gently and sealed their lips with a kiss. Why were they kissing? This shouldn't be happening, Emma wanted to squirm, but Lucas’s firm grip held her back in place.

“You’re the Alpha. You’re supposed to trust in us, trust in me.” I looked at him with desperation, pleading for him to change his mind. But Caleb’s expression didn’t change, even as his eyes grew haunted. “I’m sorry, Emma,” he said to me, then out loud. “I reject you, Emma as my mate and hereby annul this mating ceremony” and then he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in front of everyone, humiliated and broken. I didn’t stay to see the reaction of the others. I turned, my heart racing with hurt and fury, and fled. My only thought was to escape, to get as far from Caleb, the pack, and the shattered future I’d dreamed of as I could.

The words die down my throat as Kieran’s eyes darkened, he took a single stride towards me and I instinctively backed away, unsure what I was more scared of. What he would say or the look in his eyes. Kieran stopped in front of me, gaze heavy and intense on me. “Because that pretty mouth of yours,” he growled, stepping closer, “can only get you so far, Emma.” He was towering over me now, all muscle, heat and frustration wrapped in a man who refused to look away. “Stop acting like a victim. Go to sleep.” And before I could get another word out, he was out of my sight, yanking the door open and then he was gone.

Both of us looking at the camera. Looking happy. Looking in love. "This is us," Killian said. His voice was thick with emotion. "Six months ago. The day we got married." I stared at the photo. At the proof that my dreams weren't dreams at all. They were memories. "No." Adrian lunged forward and knocked the phone out of my hands. It fell to the ground. "Don't believe him, Emma. He's manipulating you." "My name is ELARA!" I screamed at him.

“Killian, this is Eric, my assistant, Emma, one of my colleagues, and Jeremy, my fiancé, I rush, trying to push aside my nerves. Why is he so calm and collected? I appear to be the only one panicked by this situation. Jeremy extends his hand. “Killian Kelly, CEO of the Kelly Group, I'm sorry I had to cancel our meeting the other day something important came up." He says looking down at me. "Its no problem at all. I understand congratulations are in order?" Killian answers surprisingly shaking Jeremy's hand. "Yes it is, this wonderful lady right here said yes to being my bride." I see anger flash in Killian's eyes but he masks it really fast. "Well that's wonderful but last i heard Lena had a

"Our timing in meeting is a bit unorthodox so it's like we're both dancing around each other. She's scared and feeling guilty, while on the other hand, I feel unworthy and damaged. I..I..want her but all I can be to her is a friend." "Are you willing to wait for her?" "Yes."Killian didn't hesitate nor did he have to think about it. His mind, heart, and body were all screaming that Mikel was meant to be with him. She was special. "Good then keep away from that ex of yours. She's trouble." "You haven't met her. How can you judge her so quickly?"Killian spat in defense. Teenage Killian was talking certainly not the adult who moments ago declared loyalty to the woman upstairs.